To keep it brief I was born with the name of Comfort Clayhanger . Soon after my birth my parents died under circumstances that I still do not know. Some say they were killed in a accident whilst others suggest a more sinister end. I was adopted by an elderly couple and grew up with them in Daisyglen. It was soon after I legally took up the surname of Crumblefoe. Grandpa Crumblefoe was a respected man of medicine and it is with fond memories that I recall his teachings and travels. He, however met his demise at the hands of the Wolf-master outside Archet.

Grandma Crumblefoe did not last long without her Husband of many years and she died of a broken heart. She left me the House in Daisyglen, I was the only child and inherited it with a few belongings that they had accumulated over the long years of their lives.

That was a few summers ago and I have since been traveling around both earning coin when I have to but being tricksy if I can. I have an eagerness to explore all the lands and seek out adventures due to my bravery

I am a quiet and withdrawn Hobbit and can spend days without company, Occasionally I return to the house and enjoy lazy afternoons fishing, but my itchy feet start my cravings to travel once more  with my trusted Pony Heather, we ride again..........

Comfort Crumblefoe